TMI? Yes. Definitely TMI.

Written April 2026

At the risk of being called a proper prude, I am sick and tired of the trend for women in the public eye declaring to the world just how sexually active they are, and embellishing their statements with sordid descriptives of just how “out there” they are with their tastes and proclivities. I’m not even talking of the bullshittery that is “Bonnie Blue”, whose activities seem, frankly, completely implausible, in fact, impossible. I’m referring instead to the tedious middle-agers, who seem to think that it makes them cool, edgy and interesting to reveal their alleged bedroom secrets to anyone who’ll listen. Seriously, their children must be mortified.

Women like 50-year-old Naga Munchetty, the BBC Breakfast presenter, who revealed in an interview “I like sex and I’m not embarrassed to say it.” Nobody had asked for this information, Munchetty appears to have simply decided that the world just needed to know. Calm down, dear. The interview spirals further downhill when she references flaccid penises and vaginismus. Yeah. Can we not? And without wishing for my readers to fetch up their collective dinners, what do we make of 65-year-old Carol Vorderman, once the thinking man’s crumpet, now apparently reduced to “proud MILF”, and seemingly delighted to speak warts and all as she discusses her “sky-high libido” and her “raunchy bedroom antics”? I’ll have a consonant please, Carol, not the details of your sex life.   

Holly Willoughby, one time morning telly lady, also used the MILF strategy, presumably in a cynical attempt to rid herself of the bitter taste that her fans had been left with after she was outed as long-standing sidekick of Philip “Very-Questionable-Dating-Habits” Schofield. Willoughby gave the rags lurid details of apparent “saucy games”, a “racy nude trick” and her “naughtiest sex confessions yet”. I didn’t bother actually reading the rest of the article so I can’t reveal to you what saucy, racy and naughty stuff Holly enjoys, I’m afraid. I don’t think I could stomach it. Text is linked, though, in case any readers are interested. And TV presenter Fearne Cotton didn’t want to be left out, either. She was also keen to flex her MILF credentials, and reveal her very own “raciest confessions” – something about the splits and 4 times a night. Enough said.

Admittedly, The Sun appears to have the motherload of these stories – no pun intended – so the bar for the level of journalism is not exactly high. But these stories are picked up and shared widely around the Twittersphere, and it difficult to avoid them.

This week, if you can stand any more, The Mail jumped in on the action and published a story about a backbencher MP who has decided, contrary to the opinion of the rest of the world, that Westminster is lacking in dildos. Samantha Niblett is launching a campaign, cringingly entitled “Yes Sex Please, We’re British!”. Hmm. The exclamation mark is especially important, I feel. Niblett, apparently, is “calling for better lifelong, inclusive sex education”, and hopes to achieve her bizarre aims by bringing sex toys into Parliament. No doubt there is a financial gain to this ridiculous campaign, as Niblett is apparently working with Cindy Gallop, a sextech entrepreneur (whatever the hell that is) who is founder of a porno site called MakeLoveNotPorn, which apparently features “'real people who are having messy, funny, intimate, sensual sex together'”. I don’t think I want to know what the adjectives ‘messy’ or ‘funny’ have to do with it all, and surely the fact it’s online and available for all to see means ‘intimate’ doesn’t apply? Anyway, our intrepid MP, making the massive assumption that we’re all riveted by the details of her private life, has personally used the site, and was happy to admit it.  

In summary, I think we could all do without this ridiculous trend for oversharing. Have some self-respect, ladies, a bit of decorum if you will. To be fair, the fact that these stories are plastered all over the front pages of the gutter rags means most of them are probably made up anyway. I’m sure celebrities and politicians alike hope that the really sordid stuff they actually do get up to is never revealed.  

Anyway, Niblett has vowed to “’talk about sex all summer’”. I’m sure her garden gnomes will be fascinated. Nobody else will be listening.

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